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Previously:

Meanwhile—at the 1874 RR yard… Glancing up at the train’s windows, Inspector MacIntyre saw no one inside any of the railroad cars, “Whaur can they be?”

“They could be in their private quarters, Robby,” Murphy Yatkov replied, “We can’t see them there.”

“Ach, yea,” Ah forgot abit ‘at,” MacIntyre said as the continued to ride around the train and into the rail yard.

They dismounted and prepared to enter the personal quarters rail car.

Season 8—Chapter 8—Changes—Episode 9:

Continuing our story—At the private quarters at PawZ…After touring the entire second floor quarters—with the appropriate “Oohs & Ahhs,” they gathered again in the greatroom, “Well, that’s it, I have some more decorating decisions to make and put in place before it really feels like home.”

“Well, that’s it, I have some more decorating decisions to make and put in place before it really feels like home.”

“Be sure to let RW-Boomer know what you need—I have it on good authority he’s at the point of illustrating he was BEFORE his computer was attacked,” Boomer grinned, “Allow me to show you my new quarters—and Carl? Be jealous.”

About the time it takes to drive from PawZ to the Cabin-on-the-Rock later…They visited Boomer’s new quarters, “Well—this sucks.”

“Well—this sucks.”

“Thanks Carl” Boomer laughed, “Maybe Collie will collaborate with RW Boomer to decorate YOUR quarters.”

“Hey, y’know?” Susie realized suddenly, “We’ve never seen the inside of my Airstream!”

“I must have quarters here somewhere,” Larry too, realized he’d never seen his own quarters, “No wonder I always feel tired—no place to sleep.”

Larry barely finished speaking when they all began to fade…

Larry barely finished speaking when they all began to fade…

Meanwhile—In 1874 Canada at the RR Yard…

Inspector MacIntyre and Sergeants Yatkov and Conners, after detailing the rest of the Mounties to check the stables, and after Connors returned from the car’s platform and confiming the Americans were nowhere to be found, MacIntyre stated the obvious, “Th’ Americans arenae haur, whaur ur they?”

“I have no idea—unless they’re in the future.”

“I have no idea—unless they’re in the future.”

“The what? Yatkov, are you daft?” Connors, who had not been on the train when the Americans had been revealed as time-travellers—and who, himself had never noted sentience in either dogs or horses, was incredulous, “People don’t travel through time.”

“Aye laddie, they do,” MacIntyre said, “Thaur aer things we dinnae understand.”

To be Continued…